Canibus - Freestyle 97 lyrics

Yo!, i speak at frequencies dogs would have trouble hearing Canibus is the lyrical version of german engineering Raw metaphors keep you high for months Fly around the earth twice without refueling once Ain't too many categories i can fit in when it comes to spittin' Cause i'm over-qualified for the position The laser-guided lyrical hybrid creating scripts so sick I gotta arm-wrestle my pen to write it Don't get excited Cause if I ever catch one of you wannabees bitin We gonna be fist-fightin So mother-f**ers, what you want? i got the shotgun, pumped You feel like a frog n***a then jump I possess the lyrical ammo to battle I'll rip any one of you warm-blooded mammals to shambles I'll make examples of you and eat a mouthful of your crew The kind of MC you can't outdo I battle you on the 'net, I battle you in the flesh I battle you over the phone, you can call me collect I battle you for the respect, I battle you over a blank check I battle you with a gun to my neck I battle you standing over the toilet with my dick out I battle you juggling a hand-grenade with the pin out In a stolen car with the VIN number ripped out Drinking a guinness stout doing a 360 spin-out I stay righteous like Farrakahn puffing on the marijuana You understand where i'm coming from? You're number 1, then i'm negative 2 Basically n***a that means I'm still better than you Basic mathematics the verbal mechanics of rhyming Behold, i crush a piece of coal and create a diamond On the microphone i'm sicker than those Who have acquired immune deficiency syndromes And every word i utter for hip-hop lovers Will reflect forever like two mirrors facing each other The baddest m-other f-ucker Let me break the style down so you don't have to wonder I walk the b—lock with G—lock C—ocked Trying to get the D.R. OP on the C—ops Blow spots, capsize boats, shipwreck yachts Headshots hit you with 300 nautical knots You calling the cops complaining about the hip hop Gettin benjmanis like the L-ocks; it don't stop Eh-eh-eh-eh put away your burners/ You can't serve us My whole camp is allergic to being murdered Metaphors are proof I got more than just a couple screws loose Latinos call me da black Jesus So all who believe in telekenesis and Jesus I'll touch a parapalegic and heal him